by Sadie Grey
I dropped the washcloth. Now nothing separated my hand from her moist luscious lips. I stroked a thick finger along her silky folds. They parted easily and I could feel that she was already wet.
“Is this what you want, Michelle?” I asked.
“Yes, please.”
She released my hand and turned to face me. Her body pressed firmly against mine and she kissed me hard. I kissed her back, matching her intensity. Her breasts felt like heaven against my chest and my hard prick probed between her legs again.
She pulled back and smiled at me. “Did you like that, Mr. Frost?”
I loved the way she called me Mr. Frost. It should have been too formal. But for some reason, it turned me on like crazy.
“I loved it,” I said. “You’re stunning.”
She looked down shyly. “Really? The guys at college don’t seem to notice me.”
“They’re crazy or blind or both. Wait, does that mean that you’re a virgin?”
She nodded. I could tell she was embarrassed.
“That’s good, Michelle. In that case, I have so much to teach you. First, take off your shirt.”
Michelle eagerly removed her top, baring her beautiful breasts to me. I had seen them before, but now in the light coming from the bathroom, I saw them in their full glory. Her pert pink nipples were made to be sucked on. So I did.
I sucked on her nipple with my hot mouth, swirling my tongue around it and teasing her until she moaned. Then I worked her other breast. I gripped her ass as I did it, kneading her flesh like dough and savoring the feeling of her young pliant body in my hands.
When she was completely turned on, I pulled back. “Have you ever stroked a man’s cock before, Michelle?”
She shook her head.
My prick dripped with excitement at the thought of her jerking me off. “First things first,” I said. “Take my underwear off.”
She knelt down in front of me and her fingers ran up my thighs. My legs trembled at her touch. For a virgin, she had the perfect, delicate touch of a more experienced woman. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and yanked them down my hips eagerly, revealing my juicy prick.
She brought her face close to it, just inches away. The desperate look of anticipation made me quiver with excitement. She inhaled deeply, breathing in my scent like a drowning woman sucking in air. I ran my fingers through her hair and tangled it in my fist. I thrust her face into my waiting cock and balls, burying her face in it.
“Now, Michelle,” I said. “I’m going to need you to lick me. Please me with your tongue.”
She lapped at me tentatively. Tasting me. Her tongue caressed my shaft and dipped down to tease my balls. I bit my lip and moaned in pleasure, savoring the feeling of her greedy mouth exploring me.
I spread my legs and tilted my hips up so that she could get better access to me. I looked down at her. Her eyes were closed tightly and her face was scrunched up in rapture. “Is this the first cock you’ve ever tasted?” I asked her.
She nodded but didn’t stop sucking on me. “Do you like the taste of my cock?”
“Mmmm hmmm,” she moaned. The vibrations quivered against my erection, sending arcs of electricity through my entire body. The sensation pushed me over the edge. I ground my hips against her mouth and I came. Hard.
I squirted my hot cum into her willing mouth and groaned with pleasure. What I really wanted to do was come between her other lips. This ripe young woman seemed like the perfect woman to give me a strong, proud heir. But would she go for it?
I yanked her head up until she was face to face with me. Her mouth dripped with my filthy juices and I kissed her hungrily. The taste of my pleasure got me even hotter, which I hadn’t thought was even possible. I forced my tongue into her mouth and moaned. She kissed me back, feeding off my intensity. I could feel the heat coming off her wet cunt in waves.
I wanted to be inside her. I needed it more than I’d ever needed anything before. But I held back, wanting to make this the best experience of Michelle’s life. She would already remember this day forever, but it wasn’t enough to just remember. I wanted her to compare every future sexual encounter that she ever had with this one. I wanted to own her forever.
I reached down and slid my hand into her panties. She was hot and wet for me. I pushed a finger inside her, stroking her lips. Then I stroked her clit in smooth little circles and dipped back down inside her. She was so wet and so tight. I hadn’t felt a pussy that hot in years. My hand continued to stroke her, toying with her.
“Does this feel good?” I asked her.
“So good,” she said breathlessly.
“Have you ever fingered your own pussy?”
“Yes.”
“I bet this feels a lot better?”
“God yes. You’re amazing.”
I grinned evilly. “I am, aren’t I? Tell me, have you ever had your pussy licked before?”
She shook her head.
“Well, then, you’re in for a real treat.”
I led her to the bed and laid her down with her legs hanging off the side. I dropped to my knees in front of her. I lapped at her silky folds, gently at first, like a lover’s kiss. Then I dipped my tongue inside her drenched hole, savoring the taste of her juices. It tasted like victory.
I used the tip of my tongue to stroke along her slit and then up to her hard clit. Her legs trembled at the feeling. She put her hands on my head, urging me to pleasure her. I obliged, licking and sucking at her until her body tensed up and her breathing turned to quick little moans.
“Oh, fuck, Mr. Frost, that’s so good.”
“Mmmm,” I said, letting the vibrations run through her sensitive pussy as I licked her.
She pumped her hips against my face, pushing her pussy hard against me, desperate for more. Her body tightened up. I could feel her getting close. Then she cried out in orgasm. The feeling of her gushing against my mouth was like an intoxicating drug. I had to have her.
I climbed onto the bed beside her and pulled her close to me. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her. She licked at her juices, sucking on my lips the way I had sucked on hers. She straddled my leg and rubbed her wet slit along my thigh, desperate to be touched between her legs.
“I want to fuck you now. Are you ready for that? Do you want my cock in your little pussy?”
I could tell that the filthy words streaming from my mouth turned her on. “Oh my god, yes,” she said eagerly. “I want you to be my first.”
I ran my calloused hands over her tits, teasing her and keeping that hot fire kindled in her sex. She moaned for me. The sound was music to my ears.
I pushed her back on the bed and spread her legs. My cock stood up proudly just in front of her hungry, dripping cunt. I placed the tip of my cock just against her steaming entrance, barely parting her lips, letting her get a tiny glimpse of the delights that awaited her between my legs.
“You like how that feels? How hard I am?”
She nodded.
“That’s how turned on you’ve got me. My cock is burning for you. Are you ready to feel it fill you up?”
“Yes, but shouldn’t you use a condom?”
I smiled at her wickedly. “I don’t want to use a condom. I want to come inside you. I want to put a baby in you. Would you like that?”
She looked at me, stunned. I could see the wheels turning in her head, trying to form coherent thoughts through the haze of arousal that fogged her brain.
“I don’t know,” she said.
“I want an heir, and I want you to give it to me.” I rubbed the tip of my cock along her outer lips, and she writhed in pleasure. “Unless you want me to stop?”
I slipped my cock further into her pussy, until I felt resistance. The feel of my thick shaft in her velvety wetness was enough to banish her fears.
She shook her head. “Fuck it. Let’s do it. I want you inside me so bad. Fill me up. Get me pregnant.”
I thrust myself into her all the way.
“Fuck!” she yelled. Her eyes slammed shut and her entire body tensed up. She squirmed beneath me. My own body tensed up as well as my thick hard rod stretched her aching tunnel almost to the breaking point. God she was tight.
I lay there like that for a moment, letting my cock float inside her so she could get used to the sensation. Then I started rocking my hips up and down, massaging her insides. I leaned down to suck on her tits, teasing them.
“Holy shit, Mr. Frost, that feels good,” she wailed.
I pumped my hips faster into her, letting my cock almost fall out of her before slamming back down with its full length. I stroked at her insides, making her moan and quiver. My heart was pounding in my chest and my breath came in quick ragged panting. It felt so good to have her sweet little pussy around my cock, but I wasn’t ready for it to be over yet.
I pulled out of her. The look of sadness on her face was amazing.
I lay down beside her on my back. “Alright, Michelle, now that you know what to do, I want you to ride my cock and make me come.”
Quick as a jack rabbit, she positioned himself over me. Her dripping cunt hovered just over my cock. She guided it into her horny pussy and then dropped onto it, impaling herself with my hard prick until it was buried balls deep inside her. Her back arched at the feeling and she gasped. I reached up and toyed with her clit as she grinded her pussy against me.
My hips rose to meet hers, thrusting myself like a battering ram in her pussy, slamming the walls of her tunnel with every stroke. Michelle was a natural. She rode me like a champion bull rider, keeping me inside her no matter how hard I bucked.
I couldn’t believe this was happening. I’d known her all her life. But she wasn’t an inexperienced youth anymore. She was all woman now. She had given me the gift of her virginity, and now, if everything worked out, she would give me an even greater gift.
And how long had it been since I’d been fucked like this? Maybe never. All those old feelings of pleasure and lust from my wild youth came back to me. I had taken Michelle’s virginity, but it felt like it was my first time again, too.
“Fuck my hot little pussy, Mr. Frost,” she screamed. “Fuck it hard!”
I banged away at her. Our bodies collided together with a slapping sound, and my cock buried into her. I could feel myself getting close as I fucked her. My balls tightened up as her pussy clenched hard around my dick. I didn’t want to come until she did. So I warned her.
“Oh fuck, Michelle. You’re gonna make me come. I’m gonna come!”
She threw her head back and howled. I felt her pussy grip my cock like a fist as her own orgasm swept through her. White light flashed in my brain at the feeling of her tightening around me. I couldn’t hold back any more. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto me hard, so that she took every drop of me inside her.
My prick shot load after load of hot semen into her willing cunt. My hot cream filled her up as she sat atop me, her entire body shaking and trembling from the force of her orgasm. Finally, she collapsed on top of me, my cock still inside her. We stayed like that for what felt like forever. Time seemed to stop.
Her hot breath tickled my neck. Our sweaty, tired bodies pressed against each other. We stayed joined together like that while our bodies came down and we caught our breath. I could feel my warm jizz dripping out of her.
“Holy shit,” she said. “That was wow. Just wow.”
I laughed beneath her and wrapped my arms around her. “So your first time was everything you hoped it would be?”
“Better. I never imagined it would feel like this.”
“Let that be a lesson to you. Experienced men know what they’re doing.”
She gulped hard. “No shit. Let’s go again.”
“Already,” I asked.
“Well you said you wanted a baby. We have to keep trying to make sure it happens.”
In response, I flipped her on her back and fucked her again.
We fucked like that for the entire time she stayed with me. As her few weeks with me were coming to an end, she gave me the big news. She had missed her period. She was pregnant.
And we couldn’t have been happier.
***
The End
The Art of Love Part 1
Chapter 1
The room was quiet and still, as if the world was holding its breath.
I certainly was.
I clasped the silk robe tightly closed with trembling hands. The smooth fabric felt heavenly against my naked skin. In different circumstances, I would have savored the luxurious feeling of it, but at that moment, all it did was remind me of what I was about to do.
Come on, Angie, I told myself. You’ve got this.
I took a deep breath and stepped through the circle of seated art students. Their chairs were pointed inward, facing a small raised platform in the center of the high-ceilinged room. Each student sat in front of an easel which held a big pad of paper. I wiped a thin sheen of sweat from my forehead and stepped onto the platform.
All eyes in the room turned to look at me.
Thick golden light filtered in through the windows lining the wall. Motes of dust floated in the amber beams. The room felt too bright. I already felt exposed and I hadn’t even taken off the robe.
I chewed my bottom lip and found myself eyeing the exits. I could be off the platform and out of the room in seconds. No one would stop me. No one would blame me. But they also wouldn’t pay me. That simply wasn’t an option.
The professor’s loud, authoritative voice cut through the silence. “Let’s begin,” he said.
I closed my eyes and slipped the white silk robe from my shoulders. It whispered to my feet, baring my nude body for everyone in the room to see.
I tried my best to ignore the jittery feelings in my stomach and struck a pose. My dark, shoulder-length hair had been swept into a pony tail, revealing the lines of my neck. I rested my hand on my hip and bent a knee. My chin jutted proudly, and I made my eyes look fierce as I fixed my gaze towards a paint smudge on the wall.
I would let them see me naked, but I refused to let them see me afraid.
A rustling of pages sounded around me and pencils scratched on pads of paper. The ring of students studied every inch of me. Some were men and some were women, but their gender didn’t matter. They all made me uncomfortable. Their eyes danced from my body to their sketchpads, drinking me in and then pouring me onto the page.
Their expressions were indifferent. Like they were looking at a bowl of fruit or a seaside landscape. But even though they acted professional, I shivered slightly and my stomach continued to churn.
This was my first time posing nude. Up until that point, only a handful of people had seen me naked. Now a room full of people were studying my curves with critical eyes.
I never would have considered doing something like this if I hadn’t just lost my job doing filing at a law firm. My boss was kind, but times were hard, and she had to let me go. Now I needed cash quickly if I was going to be able to pay for next year’s tuition. I had already gotten student loans, but the amount wasn’t nearly enough to cover my expenses. That was the only downside to attending a prestigious private university. The cost was as impressive as the education.
What the art class was paying me would only be a drop in the bucket, but it was a big enough amount that I couldn’t say no. I tried to focus on that goal as their eyes roved over my skin and into my secret places.
Most of them seemed focused on my body but I noticed one man studying my eyes and my face. The other students just looked at me. This man actually saw me.
I met his cool blue eyes and my heart beat faster in my chest.
Dark tousled hair framed his rugged face. Stubble shaded his strong jaw. His cheeks dimpled when he smiled at me. He was gorgeous.
Warmth bloomed within me and my skin flushed crimson. I forced myself to avert my gaze from his before I lost my composure entirely.
He was out of sight but not out of mind
. Even though I no longer looked at him, I kept seeing his face. I imagined the rasp of that stubble against my skin. I could almost feel his intelligent hands as they traced my curves like the hands of a sculptor.
My nipples hardened into points and my legs began to tremble ever so slightly. I became acutely aware of all the people watching me. I wondered if they noticed my arousal. To my surprise, the thought turned me on even more.
I didn’t know how much longer I would be able to hold that pose if my thoughts continued down that path. The art students would get a real show then.
“Time!” the professor called out.